Devotions from Judy’s heart
We just got home from seeing my dad in the cities after leaving yesterday morning at 5 a.m. I had prayed in the night if we should go and it just seemed like yes, we should. Our times are truly in His hands as David says in Ps. 32:14-15. “But I trust in you, O Lord; I say, “You are my God’. My times are in your hands.” When we got to the hospital, tears came to my eyes as I saw how frail and poorly dad looked. I brought him a prayer shawl I had just crocheted and wrapped him up as he was cold. We so wanted to talk to the Dr. and everything went like clock work. The Dr. came early enough so he could give an order for blood work etc and we got to talk with everyone after that; the, social worker, two more Drs. Hospice, technician, etc etc. One after another was available. We spent a long time signing papers and getting Hospice started. Dad was able to go back to his own room at Augustana by evening and the hospice nurse was there and got him all settled. This morning I went to his room early and had a nice chat with him, got him to take fluids, and then to share how much I love him. He could talk enough to say he loved me too. My brother just called and dad is bleeding again and his blood pressure has dropped some so we would appreciate continued prayers. We don’t know how long he has left on this earth, but we are sooooo thankful for the time with him yesterday. We could feel the prayers. Our times are in His hands!